from Mother Nature's closet

Mother Nature, Earth’s voice, reminds us that she

is in control of our destiny. She, on occasion and more

recently than before, reminds us that by our carelessness

to our designated responsibility as caretakers of her attire,

there comes a redress in requiring attention, reminding us

humans, that we are but visitors in her home

 

she watches us through the eyes of soaring Eagles, her

warnings are In the howls of the wolf. she reminds us of

her disgust through the spewing of hot rock on occasion,

through the angry winds and cleansing storms, uses the

fingers of the Sun’s rays to both feed with nutriment but

also, its scorching touch when we carelessly felling her tree

garden

 

when she wishes, though, to show off in plain sight by

feeding and behold’n to our eyes, in a titillation and gasp

by a flutter in the rhythm of the heart whilst sharing the

beauty of its dawn and dusk, the day and night, the gift

of her beauty…

embracing today

 

my spirit was lifted today because i was touched by the fingertips of sunrays, for t'is been a while, with the greys and brisk cold of winter's touch,

although i embrace the changes of Nature's moods, my aged body

stiffens and aches in the cold as i count my passing of years, and those before me in months, now in days and hours,

i wish to amble about while i can, in less aching paing, walking amidst the paths where wildflowers dress the river's banks whilst listening to the chorus of my feather friends

and so today, with layers on to break the brisk of air, i walked slowly with my little canine friend by my side and we both breathed in the day's fresh air, in symbiosis, as we both looked up at the sun in appreciation and thanks...